# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
I am in a vortex of obligation.
Just paid for that girls abortion on my dad's black card. I feel like P-Diddy.
Seeing him suck some chick's face on VH1 wasn't exactly how I imagined the "we should see other people" conversation going.
There's nothing like puking in the airport on the way TO Vegas. Something tells me i pregamed a little too hard.
Some guy just delivered flowers to my roommate cause he fell off a roof onto her at a party last night. I think they have a date tomorrow.
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
They got their marriage license when they were at the courthouse for her arraignment.
I was naked with an australian flag taped to my boobs. Damn internationals think they can claim everything.
I left after my shirt got dropped in the toilet thinking that there was absolutely no good that could happen the rest of the evening. I hear I was very wrong.
I'm gonna take off my shirt and spin it around my head like petey Pablo so u can find us�
I feel that it is my duty to the human race to invent a colon squeegy
Could have had sex with an ex NFL kicker last night.
That would've been embarrassing.
someone in the elevator just told me i looked like a struggle but i smell very pretty..
Naked and Afraid: Hangover edition
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